When June kissed December (Completed)

Bonus chapter. Part 2

The heat runs along the body from every touch of Vegas' lips. The latter puts his hands under the belt of Pete's home pants and pulls them down to the middle of his thighs. There has been no shyness between them for quite long, but every time he is half-naked in front of his husband, Pete, feeling his gaze on him and the heat scorching his body more and more, almost hovers over the floor of their bedroom. Vegas is in no hurry to undress himself. Grabs the edges of Pete's T-shirt and pulls it over his head. Then he smooths the tousled hair with both palms, lowering his face and kissing his beloved lips — slowly ... sweetly and painfully slowly, dangerously stretching the pleasure. He presses the omega closer to his body, forcing him to rub the bare lower abdomen against the dark blue silk of his robe. Vegas always puts the silk on a naked body after a shower. The special aesthetics of this action excites Pete's imagination even more.

"Vegas…"

"Please, my dove. Let me admire you a little more."

And Pete lets him it. But he hardly restrains a hoarse exclamation of small indignation when the alpha's palm caressingly circles the collarbones with a mark, chest, tense stomach and, stopping at the very bottom, slides to the thigh without touching his arousal. But all the indignation instantly disappears when Vegas opens the robe, which is quickly slipping off his shoulders. Pete licks his lower lip, looks with a haze, and then Vegas completely removes the remnants of his clothes from him and, lifting the omega off the floor again, gently lowers him onto the bed. He lies down on the side and begins kissing his husband from the lips and below, until he reaches the middle of the arching belly every now and then. He smiles, strokes his beloved on the cheek and gently kisses, while Pete runs his fingertips into the thick alpha's hair. At some point, the omega turns out to be on his stomach; smiling mysteriously and sticking out his ass, slightly spreads his hips, looking seductively at Vegas over his shoulder. His husband does not need to be explained in words what kind of caress he desires. Vegas descends over him, beginning to kiss his temples, shoulders, shoulder blades. He presses his wet tongue against the neck and slides it downwards, stopping for a couple of seconds where the back splits into two delicate halves. He spreads them even wider and, moistening his tongue more, plunges the very tip into the hole graciously opened in front of him. Pete whines, drowning his face in the pillow, and Vegas' tongue skillfully circles, caresses and penetrates deeper. Pete squints up to ghostly flies in front of his eyes, whines and moans again, and then begins to whisper fervently:

"Vegas… Vegas... please…"

When the alpha adjusted him to himself and the penetrations began to bring less and less pain, and more and more pleasure, Pete insisted that they make love without condoms. And today, after such caresses, the omega is sure that they will do without lubrication.

Vegas again puts kisses on the map of his entire body, randomly strokes, squeezes the skin, and then attaches the cock to his swollen and shiny with saliva hole and pushes in. And this is always, no matter how many years have passed, always a special moment of their unity. Pete lives every evanescence, every electric discharge sparking in his body from the closeness of his husband. Vegas's hot breath envelops his neck and shoulder blades, he puts his hand under Pete's stomach and begins to caress him in time with his movements. And Pete knows that Vegas especially likes it when he comes before him, as it is happening now. And then, when they both fall rapidly from the highest peak, Pete hears near the burning ear:

"Before you, I was like abandoned by everyone under the burning desert sun ... and then you appeared, my oasis ... my only source of alive water.

"Vegas... ah…"

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"Macau, breakfast is on the table. Will you come downstairs?"

After the morning routine and lovingly cooked breakfast, Pete takes Kai's hand to lead him to the dining room. They stop together at the Macau's bedroom.